Page 66 of Sweet Rivals

“Be patient,” he groaned still barely inside of me as he pulsed his head in and out.

“I … I can’t,” I moaned as the orgasm washed over me, leaving my whole body shaking with release.

“Oh fuck, I like it when your tight little pussy pulses around my cock,” he said. Finally, he pushed the full length of himself hard and fast inside of me. I let out a moan as I felt his hard cock fill me until I worried, I couldn’t take anymore. As he thrust his cock in and out of me, I watched his muscles tighten and strain. The warmth between my legs built again as my mind dissolved, lost to sensations.

“I want you to come again,” he demanded as he thrust his hips hard, still holding my legs over his shoulder as my breasts bounced with the force of his motion.

I let out a moan as his thick cock pounded into me.

“Come for me,” he demanded again, and it was as if he reached into my body and flipped a switch. My orgasm ripped through me. “Good girl,” he moaned as he pushed hard into me, his muscles tightening and his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. “Oh fuck,” he shouted.

He pulled away, gently lowing my legs before helping me sit up. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me gently.

“Guess we should wash this counter,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “That can be your job. You are my bakery bitch after all,” I said, unable to whip the smile off my face.

“Bakery bitch? I thought I agreed to be your grunt?”

“Same thing. Besides, bakery bitch has a better ring to it. I’ll have a name tag printed up,” I said.

“I will wear it with pride.”

Epilogue

A YEAR LATER

The blare of the alarm pulled me out of a perfectly fine dream. I groaned, reaching for the nightstand to shut the damn thing up, when a warm, heavy, toned bicep pinned me down and silenced the alarm before me.

“Morning,” Jared whispered.

I grumbled in his direction.

“I always love your warm greetings,” he whispered.

“Once upon a time, I thought I was a morning person,” I said, as I shifted to look at him in the darkness broken only by the half-moon out the window. As I did, the cat and dog both mounted a protest before Mouse easily glided off the bed and Potato whined until I helped him down.

“I like you when you are grumpy,” he said, leaning in for a kiss before I turned away.

“Morning breath,” I said.

“I don’t care,” he grabbed me, reaching his hand up under my oversized t-shirt.

“You know we don’t have time for this,” I said.

“Guess I’ll set the alarm for earlier tomorrow to make time.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He jumped out of bed as I watched his perfect ass in his boxer briefs. How he had energy at four in the morning always amazed me.

He left the room while I closed my eyes for a few minutes. Then he was back with a cup of coffee.

“Wow, what’s the occasion?” I asked.

“You don’t know what today is?”

“Nope. My brain doesn’t work this early.”

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